Showing posts with label snail shell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snail shell. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Sukhothai Snail (The Shell)


Here are some pictures of the infamous snail shell from Sukhothai Dam that I mentioned in my post: "Sukhothai Snail".

I took these pictures on Koh Samet Beach recently. I accidentally erased the original pics. This was the only shell on the entire beach and it was as if it spoke to me.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Sukhothai Snail

Sukhothai, pronouced "Sook-hot-tie'", is the ancient Capital City of Thailand. I arrived yesterday afternoon with a couple from London; Alan and Debbie. Fortunately, they were my protectors til I got here. No one explained where I was staying or how I was getting there. They just pointed at these two and told me to follow them.

We travelled by air conditioned bus from Chiang Mai.

My mom says I've lost weight. I have. 171 lbs as of today Mom. (Talk about a tell-all blog). My goal by April 5th is 167.5 lbs. Okay, on with the story.

When we arrived at the 'Vitoon Guest House' they were given their room key and after I stood there for a while, a smiling Thai woman held up a piece of paper with my name on it and I was all set. By the way, I like to include signs with phone numbers and other information so that a posse can locate me later.

I often forget the important details. You usually are not supplied with toilet paper, drinking water, or a towel. This was the first Guest house that supplied all three. Oh, but there were no sheets on the bed. True. The pack you see is the same one I started out with and everything still fits inside it. I have three changes of clothing and the laundry service is 20 baht.

I really have no sense of direction, as a few of you may recall, so it was an exciting adventure for me to navigate ancient ruins in this strange new/old city. So I simply sat down at an open air cafe and had a coke. That has become my standard way to find the answers I need in Thailand. A few minutes later, Jerry from London England came wheeling in on his bicycle and I immediately invited him to join me. I told him I was looking for some direction and he gave me the ins and outs of exploring the ruins, since he had just finished doing it himself.

Then for the next couple of hours we talked about; what else?, nuclear reactors. Jerry is a Nuclear Engineer in Scotland and he told me he does the same job as Homer Simpson but with marginally better results.

I was the first one up in the Guest House; up at 6am, ready to start exploring. The Guest house was still locked so I had to go out the back way. At 7am there was finally someone around to rent a bicycle from (20 baht for the day) and off I went. Jerry had suggested I go to the far away sites while it was still cool. I went to 'Wat Si Chum' Temple first.

When I explore I like to go by intuition and feel the place out. What I felt here was a contradiction. Around the site itself, I felt very disturbed, as if it had been the scene of some great violence. But when I went into the Temple itself it was a wonderful sensation. Just as with the Golden Mount and several other Temples I have visited, I had the sensation of light-headednes and a sense of floating that originated from the Tisra-Til or third eye. The Crown Chakra also felt like it was being drawn up by the energy. I found that several of the ruins were constructed like this one, and in every case I had the same sensation. It felt like the structures were working like chimneys of Spirit; drawing up the coarse energies of the body, leaving the pure essence in it's place.

I wanted to show you some idea of the size of these statues. There was no one else around most of the time, which is what I wanted. Today I didn't want to be on any one's timetable but my own. These are his fingers.
*My Dear friend Kathy in Calgary mentioned an experience she had the night before I visited this Temple and I forgot to add it from my notes. As I stood in the chamber with the thirty foot Buddha, I saw pigeons flying around the head of the statue, but the sound I heard was the echoing caw-caw-caw of a raven. I also heard what sounded like a coral singing from a long way away. Kathy, I think you told me you had a dream about a raven that night before and when I heard this sound I thought of you. You thought it might be a warning but I think it was more of a remembrance. You may have been picking up on the dichotomy of the feeling of violence outside with the serenity inside the chamber.

At one of the other sites I took this picture of the Buddha.

Something I kept seeing again and again, was this cut in the statue that had been cemented in with plaster. I suspect that someone has hidden something in the solar plexus of several of the statues. I felt I should rename this site 'The Secret City' because it seems that the most important artifacts have been removed or hidden from view.

As I rode along, I felt drawn to a place called "Phra Ruang Dam". I had no idea why I should go there but I felt to go so I did. As I headed along the road to the dam, the bell on my bike kept jingling, which was funny because it didn't work until then. The pitch was the same as a bell I got at the Golden Temple the other day. It woke me up as if to tell me something important was happening.

I saw a sign just before the dam that read: "Experience is the creator of Knowledge".

When I finally got there I was starting to feel the effects of the 40 degree temperatures, and so I headed into the park where the Dam was and went down to the reservoir to cool down. There was no one in the whole place except me.

When I got to the shore I suddenly spotted a snail shell. It was the only one on the whole rocky beach. I immediately thought of the incident I wrote about in my post: The Voice Of The Silence. My Universe felt very comfortable at that moment. I felt I was meant to find that shell. To be all alone, on the shore of this beautiful lake and see symbol that sat there just for me to find, made a chill run down my spine. When I found the shell, I sat down and wrote: "This small shell calls to me: 'remember, remember'. I swim n the water and listen to the birds and hear the few flies that buzz around . I cool my body and take off my shirt and rinse it in the water. 'Remember', the Voice whispers. The Heart beats in Silence until you listen for it."

I would enjoy hearing your interpretation of what you think this experience represents.

Note: I wrote this Post the same day I had this experience. Last night when I got back to Bangkok, I was so drowsy I accidentally deleted most of my pictures; which isn't really such a loss because most of them were of sites you can see better on post cards. As far as the snail shell, I have it with me but it is so smelly I'm afraid to take it out of it's bag until I get it cleaned. I will take a picture of it later and add it here. But for now, if someone could find the Dam I was at, on the Internet and send me the link or some pictures of it, I would be truly grateful. This is what the sign said: 'Sariphong (PHRA RUANG DAM). I noticed there were 193 new hits on this site in the last 10 hours. One of you must be able to find this dam dam.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Meeting Old Friends For The First Time

I first met Vivyan online in 2000 on a dating site. I wrote about that first contact in the Post, 'The Voice Of The Silence'. But yesterday was the first time I ever actually met her. I took a bus from Kitchener to Etobicoke and Vivyan's partner, Dorian picked me up from the terminal in their white Miata. The Miata is my dream car but this is the first time I ever rode in one. Vivyan and I agree that the ideal color to own is candy apple red though.
When I stepped in the door and looked at Vivyan for the first time in person, I found it difficult to get used to hearing her voice and seeing her at the same time. She actually looked very different in person but I don't know why. But as I looked at her and she continued to talk, I found that the image I had in my mind began to meld with the person I was looking at, until my inner picture of her, and the one I saw in front of me, fell into sync. We gave each other a warm hug. We sat down in the living room and drank some very nice wine (Rosemount Estate, Shiraz Cabernet) and had a wonderful talk. The living room is decorated with Dorian's paintings and is very inviting. Dorian and I hit it off right away but I was especially relieved to find that I enjoyed being with Vivyan as much in person as when we talked online. Internet friends are like pen pals. Sometimes the magic is lost when you meet in person. The three of us headed off in the afternoon for a long walk (to get more wine) and we stopped in at their favorite Bistro for some thin crust pizza. Joe, our waiter, sees them a lot and was very happy to see us, and we talked with him about how I was meeting Vivyan and Dorian for the first time and he asked for my Blog address so he see it. Joe gave us complimentary drinks before we left.

When we got back home, we settled down to a movie I brought with me; 'Contact', starring Jodi Foster and written by Carl Sagan. This movie's premise is: what might happen if we actually received a message from an extra terrestrial Intelligence. For me, it's a movie about healing and finding what really matters. There is a scene near the end where Jodi Foster is in a beautiful world where she makes contact with a mysterious, yet familiar higher Being. I love this scene for two reasons; first, because I have seen a place just like this when I've done lucid dreaming. This world of wonderful blue oceans and vibrant beaches is on the Astral Plane, which is just above the physical world. It's a place that many people mistake for Heaven because it is so beautiful. But the best thing about this scene is when the entity talks to Foster about the people of Earth: "You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other."

As I travel in Ontario, or Thailand, or in my dreams, that is what I find I am really searching for; other Souls to connect with; Souls who remember each other when they meet. That is what I feel when I am with Vivyan and Dorian. I am meeting old friends for the first time.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

The Voice Of The Silence

Twenty years ago, When I lived in Medicine Hat, Alberta, I was eating escargot at a restaurant, when I suddenly started looking at one of the shells and I had a powerful sense of Deja Vu. I knew the shell was important but I didn’t know why. I only knew that I was supposed to find something and that the shell was the key. After several days of carrying the shell in my pocket, I decided to visit a dear friend of mine, Averil. She and I both studied a Spiritual path at that time, called Eckankar. Averil had a great library of esoteric books so she let me look around to see if one would solve the mystery for me. I found a couple of books that I was interested in reading, but none seemed to be what I was after. Then just as I was leaving I happened to peer into her bedroom, and there on her bedside table was a little red book called 'The Voice Of The Silence'. I walked right in and placed my escargot shell over the sketch on the cover. It fit perfectly. Averil said it was her favorite book and that she always kept it there, in her room. It was a book so familiar to her that it never occurred to her to mention it.
The Voice Of The Silence is a book that was translated by Madame Blavatsky a hundred years ago. She translated it from stone tablets at a remote Buddhist Monastery in Tibet. The book explains the mechanics of Soul as it travels through the different Planes of existence. I found that the secret to the book was to read it aloud. When I did, it took me into a very deep contemplative state.

But there’s another part to this story.
Five years ago, I stumbled upon a woman on the Internet named Vivyan. She and I began a very unusual dialogue right out of the blue. We got talking about synchronicity and the strange things that Spirit does to lead us in new directions. I was just beginning to tell her this story of the Voice Of The Silence when she stopped me and said: “Wait. Let me send you something. Vivyan is a Fractal artist. She sent me this fractal without knowing anything about my vision of the escargot shell. I was wowed when I saw her fractal. Just as I'm writing this article Vivyan has phoned me. I'm telling her about the article. Just as I'm speaking to her, I'm looking at the website for the movie, 'What The Bleep Do We Know' , and I'm seeing the picture of William Tiller (Uncle Bill to her) who is the renowned physicist featured in the film. And while I look at his picture, She says: “What’s so great about the Internet is that we send something out there, into the unknown, and it sends us back exactly what we need.” And that day, five years ago, when she sent that fractal to me, she was proving exactly what she’s talking about now.” My trip to Thailand is tied into this as well. It’s a land of Buddhist Monasteries that somehow hold the next key to the spiral of the Snail shell. As I talk to Vivyan we are getting ready to meet for the first time. She and her partner, Dorian have invited me to visit them in Etobicoke for the weekend. I look forward to seeing what piece of the puzzle I will find when I meet them.